This is my first attempt at a Harry Potter fanfiction. I read a lot of stuff so I decided to add to the stories and share what my mind came up with. As you all are aware I own nothing of the Harry Potter world. Please read and review.
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He only had three more days to live in this house and to finally be free of the family that detested him. This place had never really been his home so the idea of leaving didn't bother him. Harry ran those thoughts through his head as he made his way downstairs. His aunt and uncle avoided eye contact, pretending he didn't even exist. Harry in turn returned the favor and acted like they didn't exist or better yet nothing more than ugly furniture or displaced coat racks. The idea of transforming them to such was tempting but they were not worth ministry involvement.
It was nice outside, the type of nice where the air was clean and clear and you only needed a jacket to keep yourself warm. The fact that he had to stay inside was a painful reminder that he had no freedom due to Voldemort. His uncle opened a window to let some air inside and Harry almost cried at the fact that he could not go outside and fully enjoy it.
He saw that Dudley and his friends were heading toward the house and that made up Harry's mind that he needed from fresh air over fresh bruises and insults. He had his wand with him so no need to go upstairs. All he did was put on his jacket and he was out the door. It was easy enough to get away from Dudley and his group due to the fact that they were too engrossed in the story of how they beat up some kid to notice him leave.
Harry knew of a coffee shop not far from here where he could sit down and not be noticed. It was slightly out of bounds from where he would be safe but close enough to the boundary where he could hide from Voldemort's followers. It would take about 30 minutes to walk there but he didn't care. The air made him feel good and a little bit free.
The air did him good as he made his way to the humble coffee shop that also catered as a semi convenience store. He noticed a new person working there. She was an older woman with odd glasses reading a newspaper. Though odd in appearance he thought nothing of it and paid for a cup of coffee. The new cashier gave him a cup of coffee and his change then went back to reading the paper.
A booth was available in the back corner and he took it allowing him some privacy while able to view people coming in and out of the shop. The coffee felt good in his hands and allowed the smell to filter around him. He sipped on it and was amazed at how good it was compared to the usual. This new cashier was an improvement. Pity he could only come here every now and then and randomly at that.
His thoughts drifted from plans to the future, events from the past to what plans Voldemort had for him. There were rumors that the evil tyrant no longer wanted to kill him but do something much worse. Harry continued to sip the coffee until it was almost gone. He started to yawn and grew sleepy. That wasn't right. Coffee had a powerful effect on him and kept him awake. The woman with the strange glassed looked at him and smiled in a way that told Harry that he was in serious trouble.
Harry moved to get up but found that he had a difficult time moving his legs and fell to the ground. In fact his whole body was refusing to respond. Moments later the woman got up from behind the counter and moved the open sign to closed and pulled down the blinds of the door and windows. Her heels made resounding clacks on the floor. All Harry could do was watch her movements until she was out of sight. Even his arms became paralysed so he was unable to reach for his wand.
Within minutes he heard sounds of footsteps surround him. They were dressed in dark robes. Two went to the windows on lookout while the other three lifted him to the booth he was only a few minutes ago sitting. There was a man sitting on either side of him while the third and final man sat across from him in the booth.
"So this is the famous Harry Potter." The man didn't wear a mask. "Oh, we're not Death Eaters by the way so you can stop worrying about us taking you to the Dark Lord for the moment. Yes, I know only his followers call him that but the long version to avoid saying his real name becomes so tedious."
Harry noticed that the man before him wore muggle clothes unlike the other men. He held a confidence and a bravado that bordered on arrogance. "Who, are you?" Harry was half surprised that he was able to talk.
"Aaron, and that's all you need to know for now. As for why we are here and you are drugged well it's obvious that you are to be taken away to some disclosed location. Your family will not know where you are and from what I've discovered I really don't think they will call the police to find you." He sat back and smiled at Harry.
It was then that Harry realized that the robes they were wearing came from a costume shop. "You're not even wizards are you?"
"Correct Harry Potter. I am glad that you mentioned Death Eaters. It means that those who normally protect you will think the same if my men were seen." He said his name as if he were speaking to some treasure. "I have plans for you and if you want to be kept comfortable I highly suggest that you comply with us. Your wand will be handed to you when needed."
Before Harry could ask any further questions he felt a sharp pinch in his neck and he blacked out. The needle was pulled from his neck and placed in a case.
"Well Aaron I hope that whatever you have planned is worth it. It's not only the good guys that are looking for him." The older woman with the odd glassed approached them.
"Edith, I want to thank you for your cooperation. You have been most helpful." Aaron smiled and held out his hand to her.
She refused to take it and looked at him expectantly. "What about my daughter?"
"She's proven to be too valuable to let go. But don't worry her sacrifice will further my research. You should be proud."
Before she could register the sound she just heard she saw blood fall down her top. She fell to the ground in a heap. Aaron looked at one of the other men and have him an annoyed look. "You could have at least waited until I left the room. My suit could have gotten blood on it."
"Do you want us to take her with us?"
"No Rodger, she is of no use to us. She isn't the parent with magical abilities. Just leave her here for the police to find. Remember to take money from the till and leave it open."
Twenty minutes later three men entered the shop and found the dead woman's body on the floor. They looked around displeased and one was especially irritated.
"The Dark Lord will not be pleased." A Death Eater spoke, his voice a little shaky.
The other looked around and saw a cup tipped over on one of the tables. There was some coffee still inside. He lifted it up and placed it in a bag. "We'll find out if this is connected to another event."
"Lucious, we don't have time for this."
"Yes, let's go Goyle. I don't want to be here if they are still around."
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Harry woke up still a little groggy from the remnants of the drug that was used to paralyse and knock him out. It took a minute or two but he finally stood and looked at his surroundings. White surrounded him. There were white walls, white bed sheets, white floor and he was wearing white scrubs. He went to what could only be described as a wall but a window with holes to let in air. Looking across he saw different people all dressed in white in the same type of room as he was in.
Across from him was someone he knew. It was Draco Malfoy who looked worse for wear.
"Draco? What are you or am I doing here?"
Draco looked up and went wide eyed. "Keep your voice down. We're not supposed to talk. Aaron caught you didn't he? Whatever you do don't trust him. We're lab rats Harry. I've been here about a week I think."
Harry looked down the hall as best he could but saw nothing other than cells with other people dressed in white to listen at the glass windows to hear the conversation. The mention of his name caught the attention of others and muttering could be heard in the hall.
Not wanting to frighten his school nemesis she mouthed a question. 'What have they done to you?' Draco broke down into tears and banged his fist against the glass and breathed in hard not to scream.
The lights flickered three times. Draco stepped away from the glass and motioned for Harry to do the same. Harry followed Draco's lead and stepped back into his cell and waited. Within minutes there were footsteps heard and two women who appeared to be medical staff dressed in deep red approached Harry's cell.
"This is the one. He's next. Specimen 98237-14. It's blood results came back and it won't be necessary to have him put through tests level 1 to 5. Level 6 will suffice." The nurse that spoke had her hair pulled back into a tight bun of mousy brown hair that was just starting to show signs of gray. She spoke to the other nurse who held bright blonde hair that was cut short and was spiked. This one had a pinched face and a sour look on her lips. They curled into a smile when her eyes met Harry's. The smile was far from friendly as he's seen it on Death Eaters before.
"We'll have to take care of this specimen. He's different than the rest for some reason. I would advise skipping to Level 9 in the tests. If they fail then it won't matter in the long run and it will be entered as an anomaly in the system." The blonde woman entered the information on a chart.
"Agreed." She looked at Harry with a mix of distaste and curiosity. "You heard everything we said correct?"
Harry nodded slowly not liking the sound of anything that was said. "Good now enter through the door and we'll begin."
He heard a buzz behind him and saw a door open in the wall. He returned the sour look the blond gave him and walked through after Draco nodded to him.
It led to a hall that was narrow and had green lighting. It was disorientating for him to see everything in one color at a time. Another door opened and he walked through it. This time the room was much smaller and there was a table in the middle.
"Lie on the table and try to relax."
The voice startled him. It was a recording of a woman's voice that held an aggressive tone to it. Everything about this place so far was aggressive and dehumanizing. He thought the wizarding world held pockets of cold underground dungeons but even there he could find life. This wasn't even death. It was non-existence and it scared him.
"Lie on the table and try to relax...first warning."
Harry wasn't in the mood to find out what happened when all his warnings were used up. He placed himself on the table and a metal strap went around his head, chest, arms and legs. He attempted to move and was rewarded with a couple of shocks of electricity. Now he went from being angry to frightened. Whoever brought him here had complete control over him and he had no way out. All he could do was wait and see if anyone could rescue him, that is if they knew where he was.
A screen lit up above him. Aaron was on the screen watching him. It was the first time Harry noticed something familiar about him but he couldn't place what it was exactly.
"I am glad that you are awake Harry Potter because I have a lot of questions for you. Your blood results came back and they have something rather unique compared to the other samples I collected from your kind. Now, I know you dislike being treated in such a fashion but your kind is rather dangerous and all precautions have to be made to contain any threat."
"Why am I here?" Harry spat out not pleased to be put in such circumstances.
"I am looking for a key to ensure that the human race, the pure human race is taken care of Harry Potter. And you, are that very key. I'll admit that the next few hours are going to be most unpleasant for you but at least you know that it is for a good cause."
The screen went dark and Harry did his best to look around the room. A man dressed in red scrubs entered the room with a case and opened it. He pulled out a needle and placed some blue liquid in it. Harry felt something wet and cool on his arm and the smell of disinfectant filled the air.
"No, wait please!" Before another word left his mouth the needle entered his arm and a burning sensation filtered through it and soon his whole body felt like it was on fire. Harry screamed out trying to free himself from the restraints, only to be shocked when he pulled too much on them. The cruciatus curse didn't feel this horrific.
The connection he tried so hard to block from Voldemort was strengthening. Thoughts of love and joy were hard to focus on but he did through the pain. The last thing he wanted was to allow Voldemort any satisfaction at knowing he was in severe pain. He wasn't weak nor was he a coward. He thought of Hermione and Ron and their adventures and most of all Ginny. She was the only thing on his mind as he was given injection after injection.
After what felt like hours if not days he grew a fever so intense that he was seeing things. He saw his friends standing next to him and laughing at his plight. "No, I'm trying my best. Please get me out of here. You are my friends!"
In an office that showed the London night skyline a man looked at a monitor. He sat there entranced by what he was being shown. Aaron held up his glass of scotch and took a sip not taking his eyes off the screen for a moment. Then he heard it, the name he was looking for and the half of a conversation that spoke volumes about who Harry Potter was.
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